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[A loud BANG accompanies a shimmy in the video feed, the otherwise serene scene of the athletic field jumping as the camera is jolted. Cross appears in the frame, blowing a cloud of smoke right into the camera, which seems unsteady -- Tim's carrying it, and its weight is not exactly conducive to balanced flight.]
[When the smoke clears, Cross is leaning over, staring into the face of one of Acumen's bots. He lifts his lit cigarette above the bot and taps some of the ash onto the poor thing's head.]
Useless piece of junk. [He gives it another hearty thwap for good measure.]